I can only have this with you.
But I can have
it differently with someone else
there isn’t just one person for me.
There is a tapestry that I’m woven into
under and over and through.
The thread is the same but the pattern is different
with every spank
every take of my breath.
Every orgasm denied or given
the tapestry grows.
I know your thread.
I can point out where we tied
Knotted and writhed.
It’s me and you and no one more
and no less beautiful
for being part of a bigger piece.
In fact you are an intrinsic thread
it wouldn’t be so beautiful without you.
I want all the colours of the rainbow
to dance together in harmonious
So that the tapestry
will tell a story
of my life well lived.